01-31-2024, 10:43 AM
Hayden had forgotten about the Atharim. Forgotten about the bits he didn't care about. And in the night that passed he connected with Nox on a different level. It was easy to read someone when intimate. And there was a lot going on for Nox. The way his body moved, the way he paid attention to things. Hayden learned more from a close encounter than he would have in ten days talking to the man.
He knew there was someone else. Knew that this was an important moment in his life. The hesitation wasn't because he was new to being with guys, which Hayden was not surprised to find out, but was surprised by how much the kid talked when given the chance.
Most of their night had been covered in sweat and sex. But the morning, Nox made breakfast. He'd slipped out while Hayden slept found a grocery and bought breakfast. Hayden woke to sizzling bacon, fresh coffee and a traditional American breakfast being plated. Not his typical wake up with anyone. Hayden didn't particularly like breakfast in the morning but it was sweet and delicious.
And his confession did nothing to hamper Hayden's attraction to Nox. This wasn't a love thing. It wasn't even a mission. In the short time he'd known Nox he had started to like him. Most hunters he'd met were the love'm and leave'm type. Nox was likely no different except that he had a loss. It was written all over his body when he thought Hayden wasn't looking. When they weren't engrossed in conversation or passion, Nox was distant and sad even though he showed very little sign of it on the outside. Hayden wanted to help.
And of course there was the hot guy in the room. Sex was never too far from his mind while he stood there bearing all his scars in his boxers. He still had bruises and Hayden didn't want to know how he lost the arm. His life was fucked up enough, Hayden didn't need someone elses nightmares.
He knew there was someone else. Knew that this was an important moment in his life. The hesitation wasn't because he was new to being with guys, which Hayden was not surprised to find out, but was surprised by how much the kid talked when given the chance.
Most of their night had been covered in sweat and sex. But the morning, Nox made breakfast. He'd slipped out while Hayden slept found a grocery and bought breakfast. Hayden woke to sizzling bacon, fresh coffee and a traditional American breakfast being plated. Not his typical wake up with anyone. Hayden didn't particularly like breakfast in the morning but it was sweet and delicious.
And his confession did nothing to hamper Hayden's attraction to Nox. This wasn't a love thing. It wasn't even a mission. In the short time he'd known Nox he had started to like him. Most hunters he'd met were the love'm and leave'm type. Nox was likely no different except that he had a loss. It was written all over his body when he thought Hayden wasn't looking. When they weren't engrossed in conversation or passion, Nox was distant and sad even though he showed very little sign of it on the outside. Hayden wanted to help.
And of course there was the hot guy in the room. Sex was never too far from his mind while he stood there bearing all his scars in his boxers. He still had bruises and Hayden didn't want to know how he lost the arm. His life was fucked up enough, Hayden didn't need someone elses nightmares.